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Edvard Munch, “Starry Night.” 1893. #edvardmunch #art #visualart
New Surreal Animal Sculptures by Ellen Jewett
Artist Ellen Jewett’s (previously featured here) newest surreal animal sculptures are a reflection of her extensive background in anthropology, medical illustration, exotic animal care, and surprisingly stop-motion animation. Dream-like and unique, Jewett uses potentially toxic materials, such as paints, glazes and finishes to achieve her desired results. Much like nature, filled with imperfections and lethal traces, Jewett’s goal is to deliver a raw, earthy product: one with fingerprints and other small flaws. You can view more of her contemporary work on her Etsy shop.
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Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.
Charles de Lint, Moonheart (via wordsnquotes)
There is nothing more beautiful than nature in the early morning.
Vincent van Gogh (via landscape-photo-graphy)
And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.
George Carlin (via wordsnquotes)
A good night for mothing.
Vladimir Nabokov, from Bend Sinister (via the-final-sentence)
Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.
Hafiz (via wordsnquotes)
Silver Moonlight - oil on canvas, detail (1880) | John Atkinson Grimshaw
Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.
William Wordsworth (via pagewoman)
Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn’t, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.
Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head (via wordsnquotes)
What may come to mind for many people in terms of anti-feminist violence, schools and girls is the catalytic shooting of Malala Yousafzai and her classmates, while on their way to school. Acid thrown on schoolgirls in Afghanistan is not far behind in terms of hatefulness. However, the United States has no shortages in countries where we tend not to focus on gender. In 1989 a man walked into an engineering class in a Montreal school and – yelling, “I hate feminists!” – shot 28 people, killing 14 women. He only shot men who interfered.
In the US, in 2006 a truck driver walked into an Amish schoolhouse, “ordered the 15 boys in the room to leave, along with several adults, and demanded that the 11 girls line up facing the blackboard.” He tied the girls’ legs together and shot them.
In 2013 Norwegian mass shooter Anders Breivik killed 77 people, 69 of them teenage students. Anti-feminism was an essential aspect of his manifesto, although that information often got buried in his wider ranting. He was concerned that feminism would “deny the intrinsic worth of native Christian European heterosexual males.” He wrote that, “the fate of European civilization depends on European men steadfastly resisting Politically Correct feminism.“
Prior to killing six people during his 2014 killing spree, Elliot Rodger explained, “I will enter the hottest sorority house of UCSB, and I will slaughter every single spoiled stuck up blonde slut I see inside there…The true Alpha Male."Clearly Boko Haram has no monopoly on targeting educated girls or schools.
The demographics of mass shootings in the United States are a testament to how inseparably and tightly bound race and gender to one another. During the past 30 years, all but one of the mass murders in the U.S. was committed by men, 90 percent of whom were white. Sociologist Michael Kimmel has worked for decades, conducting extensive research, to illuminate the relationship between race, hyper masculinity, homophobia and violence. As he put it after the Sandy Hook shooting, "White men… have a somewhat more grandiose purpose: they want to destroy the entire world in some cataclysmic, video-game, and action movie-inspired apocalypse. If I’m going to die, then so is everybody else, they seem to say. Yes, of course, this is mental illness speaking: but it is mental illness speaking with a voice that has a race and a gender.”
[… ] That mental illness can be socially constructed is rarely mentioned in knee jerk media coverage after a mass shooting. “Mental illness actually does reflect the local culture,” explains anthropologist Tanya Luhrmann at Stanford University. When we spoke last year, she made a comparison with people’s behavior when drunk. “The way people express their symptoms has a lot to do with the ways that people learn to think. For example, Americans are violent drunks. American college men want to destroy things when they’re drunk. That’s a learnt behaviour. Violence is not necessarily associated with alcohol around the world.” Luhrmann’s research, revealed that the voice-hearing experiences of people with serious psychotic behaviors differ around the world. In Ghana the voices people hear are benign and playful, in the U.S. they are violent and harsh.”
Soraya Chemaly, Mass Killings in the US: Masculinity, Masculinity, Masculinity
Creature Cups by Yumi Yumi
Brooklyn-based artist Yumi Yumi of Creature Cups handmakes quirky ceramic coffee mugs with a surprise at the bottom. As the coffee or liquid is consumed a creature will emerge, thus revealing a frightening, yet amusing end. You can find other exotic creatures and design on her Etsy shop.
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George Inness, In the Woods, 1866
russian novella
I once read an old Russian story about a man who walked for 4,300 miles
through a snowstorm just to get home to his wife,
who was up waiting for him with the dogs and a hot supper.
As soon as he got through the door, he tore off his coat and gloves
and kissed her so hard her back cracked.
Sometimes I’m alone with my own pain, and it crawls around the floorboards
like a ghost
until I threaten to bottle it up and throw it in the cellar.
There’s nothing down there but roots and dried fruit, anyway.
It was your idea to assign us a novel about ourselves, 50,000 words
and no commas.
Life is just a run-on sentence. We’re all fucked, we’re all drifting lazily
through the current.
Occasionally I’m filled with a longing for you stronger
than air, than life itself.
What if I stopped breathing?
I wouldn’t be dead. No.
I just wouldn’t love you anymore.
dear daughter, if you’ve inherited my heart then don’t be ashamed of how desperate you sometimes feel or how you stain sheets and shirts that you are sopping wet a walking haemmorhage curious hands in the shower the first menses of a young girl a virgin writhing on a bed you are on fire you are like your mother. so how could i ever talk about sin or damnation when you have legs like creaking doors? you welcome ghosts home so i know you will know hell intimately men who like to punch women in the face who tongue kiss girls who look like their mother men who hold you down, face in the mattress. daughter with a soft body the hardest ones will fall for you and you will usher them in seek out their sharp edges the abrasion and by the time they’ve finished you will be bloody and sore teeth marks on your thighs your torso a burnt house of worship. habibti, you do not deserve it but you will be loved in fragments and fractions until you no longer look like yourself until your mouth is just the shape of his quiet name oh my little girl rip him out of your body you come from a long line of women; hawa who doused herself in petrol ayan who pulled out her own teeth khadija who fell asleep in the river forgetting is the hardest thing in the world, remember that.
“The Letter Your Mother Couldn’t Write,” Warsan Shire (via commovente)
Have you ever loved anyone so much you didn’t care what happened to yourself? You just had to be with them. If they look at you, your heart stops. If you feel their breath on your skin, you just ache. Have you ever craved anyone so much you didn’t exist any more?
The Hole (2001), Dir. Nick Hamm (via wnq-movies)